Presbyopia
With age comes perspective...
Can someone tell me, does midlife feel like a fraying at the edges, a blurring of the near? At the Iowa State Fair a reporter asks Joe Biden, “How many genders are there?” “At least three,” Joe replies. Once there were two and now there is no gender. Or maybe it is three, a trinity, like Joe says. Something in me finds hope in this strange revelation. Could it be we are becoming comfortable with ambiguity?
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- The Invitation · August 25‹ SheThose Who Survive ›